[And just like that, it's done. Surprisingly painless, mercifully swift, and Myr even has the grace and kindness to ensure that L doesn't feel foolish or lacking for accepting his help. It's a new feeling, and somewhat alarming for how open it leaves him, but the faun's arm is warm and supportive around his filthy, scrawny frame, and though limited by their proximity, the gesture is clear.

He nods against Myr's side; he remembers. He's actually interested to see how his work has held up after all this time, and it is a testament to L's particular nature that he thinks of this before considering the implications of approaching his affectionate Bonded's bed for the first time.]

Of course... it was my best work at the time, but I'll look at it again to make sure it's still going strong, with what I've learned since...

[He pulls away from Myr, the impulse to be uniquely and virtuosically useful drawing him toward the room with the candle. Hasn't it always been how he's earned his keep and his affection? As long as he has a job to do, he can play at indispensability and perform worth and value and confidence.

Myr's been too kind to him, already. L's debt is mounting and soon, he'll be buried and owe more than he can pay. Maybe he can make it brighter at the core, cast the shadows deeper, add color to the flickers cast against the wall framing it, all for someone who will never actually view the exquisite masterpiece with his own eyes.]